[Comprehensive] Queen, can you swing your sword?

Lancelot was lying decadently in the tavern, the strong smell of wine and the noise of drunks spitting all around made the proud knights always disdain to come here, but he was like rotten mud , has been exuding the smell of decay in the corner.

In the dim eyes is the scene where Raz turned and left after looking for him in vain, his handsome face was unkempt at this moment, the knight uniform was dirty and colorless, the sword that weighed as much as life was thrown aside casually, and the wine bottle occupied him. Taking up all the space around him, and that silent sad self-mockery.

Thinking that Guinevere was killed because of his mistaken belief, Lancelot wanted to cry, iron-blooded man!Tears that would not shed even if they bleed and lose their lives, but wept loudly when they learned of their wrong letter. That was his lord, the woman he yearned for, and the object of his love, but he killed her .

The knight who was very stubborn in some aspects was released from prison without any punishment after being looked at by King Arthur with complicated eyes, but Lancelot was already alive and dead.

Countless times she raised her sword and wanted to go with the lord, but was interrupted by her last look at him time and time again. It was the look that wanted him to live, and even more so, the look that wanted him to fight for her will.

Her lips trembled, her sky-like eyes were cloudy, as if she was about to cry again, remembering what she said when she called her alone.

"Lancelot, you are a knight, you can draw your sword like anyone for your lord, but you have to remember, your lord, my wish has always been the glory of Great Britain, even at the cost of my life, so don't do anything redundant because you are a knight."

At that time, the woman Ling Ran's aura and firm words were still ringing in her ears, but now that she thinks about it, it is so painful. She had already planned a rescue plan behind her back, but because of her own wrong belief...

A wrong letter drove Lancelot to a dead end, and even ruined his faith. His neat short hair was scruffy, his face was covered with a beard, and the melancholy between his brows did not change his true nature of a handsome man. people pay attention.

He staggered up and stepped on the empty wine cans all over the floor, holding the wine bottle in his hand and the sword in the other hand, and walked out of the bar door with a smile on his face. The coolness of the night wind slightly woke up Lancelot, who was addicted to memories. Especially, those eyes silently looked at the night sky.

The twinkling stars are like Guinevere's firm eyes, proud and firm, revealing an undeniable persistence. He has seen the will to sacrifice his life for his ideals in King Arthur's eyes, and even more in Guinevere's eyes Burning, it seems that he is always easily attracted by this kind of people, and finally becomes the person who surrenders under their sword.Lancelot shook the wine bottle.

Lancelot is very envious of this kind of people. They have a goal to live for. Even if the ideal is out of reach, they have that kind of will, not like himself, who only wants to protect it alone when he has a wish, and only wants to protect it when he has power. Can be able to overcome obstacles silently, unable to be dazzling, and unable to reveal oneself.

indulgence?no!restraint?No!If you want to say that, it is the kind of madness, calm and rational madness, wanton indulgence in the heart, and the behavior is the kind of restraint for the sake of ideals, which is very enviable.

Pursing his lips indifferently, he staggered to the river, fell under the bridge, looked at the embarrassed face in the river, and sneered silently, how could he still look like the first knight.

"Lancelot, what about your etiquette? How can you behave like a knight?"

"Gurnievere?"

He seemed to hear Guinevere's voice in a trance, and hurriedly turned his head to look around?However, no one was found. Lancelot, who knew that he was hallucinating, slipped to the ground, his face was so gloomy that it was hard to bear to look directly at it.

The moonlight shone on Lancelot's face along the gap by the bridge, his slightly chaotic eyes were deep, as if seeing the goddess he loved deeply.

Maybe this relationship is very abrupt, but when we met each other, we fell in love with each other, and in the days that followed, we slowly fell in love. After five years of companionship, we became familiar with that person and let that person fall in our heart.Drunk and hazy, Lancelot was silent.The taste of the wine is so bitter, but it is irresistible,

"Time can't be ignored, and people can only watch his hands keep turning."

Perhaps only at this time Lancelot understands how ruthless time is, whether it is forgetting or remembering more deeply.

Shaking his head, Lancelot rubbed the wine bottle, the liquid inside was hot, and his throat and stomach were burned when he drank it into his mouth. Burning people can't stay rational, and madness is his choice.

Fumbling in the coat, he finally took out a delicate letter from his pocket. The paper was very old, but the handwriting on it was clear and beautiful.Lancelot rubbed obsessively, little by little, just like rubbing that person's face, gentle and light.

"Gurnievere, if this is your wish, I am willing to give everything for you."

It contained Guinevere's thoughts and wishes, every single word reminded Lancelot of the way she wrote the letter at that time, it must be dazzling and determined, and full of apology.

Folding it carefully, Lancelot put the letter in his arms, picked up the wine bottle and threw it into the river. The decadent life should be over, and he should do what Guinevere wanted to do if he indulged himself in alcohol for so long As for the matter, most of the kingdom of darkness still exists underground. As long as it is well controlled, a new empire can be established, which can fight against Great Britain and maintain the blood of the Great Britain.

He recalled the words in the letter, and Lancelot smiled silently.

"If you give me ten more years, Great Britain will definitely be in my hands."

The woman's confident and haughty eyes were always so dazzling that no one could ignore them. Lancelot raised his chin and spoke firmly.

"You don't have ten years, so I will give you ten years."

The lonely figure stepped into the darkness, indicating that the next ten years will not be peaceful. In the night, a pair of eyes seemed to be going crazy because they found their goals.

In the past seven years, Lancelot established a new French regime, and from time to time tentatively launched attacks on Great Britain on the other side, cultivating Great Britain's vigilance at any time.

Lancelot, now exuding a mature charm, looked at the request for war regulations in his hand sadly. He knew what the other party meant and why there was such a thing, but King Arthur didn't know why he did it?Has something happened to Great Britain?

Looking through the recent news over there suspiciously, his expression became even more bewildered. At this time, Lancelot was used to the days of losing his lord, but he had already merged with his lord's will, and he was not afraid of any calm emptiness.

Frowning, he finally signed the letter of request for war, because the name of the war King Arthur was fighting was Guinevere's death name, and Lancelot could not refuse anyway, because he was very angry. Wherever his lord is inviolable.

The imperial driver personally saw the eyes of King Arthur, and the look in those green eyes made him laugh up to the sky. Lancelot finally knew why he wanted to break the tacit understanding between them, and also knew that there was someone more miserable than him.

Useless King Arthur, his former master, maybe you don’t even know it, you can no longer distinguish your inner desires, your once firm heart is still beginning to weaken, exhaustion will lead you into darkness, and you will be full of loneliness And loneliness will consume you.

The words in Lancelot's heart were like a curse, and he looked at his fate with a silent smile. Even after hearing the news of the demise of Great Britain, he didn't react at all. He just picked up the poisonous wine he had prepared in front of him and drank it He bowed his head comfortingly, revealing a relieved smile.

"My lord, you should let me accompany you now! Although your wish has not been fulfilled, as a subject, you will be angry..."

The voice became low and gradually became silent. The handsome king did not die on the poisonous dark sword or the lingering knightly path, because he had already died on the sad news of the death of the lord.

When Great Britain fell, Lancelot died.

The author has something to say:

Changed the ending of Lancelot, Lancelot was originally a monk like Guinevere, but here Guinevere died, so Lancelot died too!

this this. .The number of words is so small, ah ha ha ha! ! ==|||I really can’t make up the extra words, so this is enough, right?

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